Chittering Birds

[Storm]

Sparrowlily
MothClan | Warrior | She-Cat | 13 Moons | Heterosexual

Soft tufts of fur between pink paw pads muffled what would have been the crunch of dried leaves beneath each paw step.  A fluffy brown she-cat padded across the clearing practically stuck to Gooseleaps side.  Her long fur brushing his, Sparrowlily felt much safer hiding in the toms shadow.  The already soft-voiced she-cat had distanced herself even farther from her clan since the war, but walking with her friend again was soothing.  The little cat offered a kind smile up to Gooseleap before looking to the forest they were approaching.  Her golden eyes wide as she puffed out a breath of chilly air, she was tired of feeling so useless to her clan.  Bringing something home for the freshkill pile would help ease her guilt.  

"You ready?" she coed in her hushed voice, her head tilted up to her hunting buddy.  This was the most confident the young warrior had felt in a while, she was excited actually.  There was no pressure from her fellow young warrior for todays hunt, just her own hopes for success.  Sparrowlily was comfortable enough to speak easily with Gooseleap and walked tall at his flank.  She slowed to pause as the border of the trees, sniffing in the crisp woods scent for any traces of game as the cold stung her inner nostrils.  Her thick tail twitching inquisitively for Gooseleap to confirm he was ready.  Sparrowlily secretly hoped the tom would take the lead, she'd feel better if she could keep him in her sight so she could stay within a safe distance to him.  

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gooseleap purred with a wide smile on his face as he and sparrowlily travelled through the fields, letting out a louder-than-necessary laugh when her long, soft fur tickled his side and face, almost making him sneeze. contently, he shuffled slightly towards her, letting out a soft hum as he glanced down, seeing her smile and returning one in favour. gooseleap had been out a couple times that moon in search of prey to help the clan, but it'd be a lot easier had he not been so clumsy- he was thankful to have been able to bring a friend this session, believing that they could get something done if they worked together.

"yep," the patched warrior chirped in response, continuing to purr softly as he glanced around at their surroundings in search for anything they could hunt, perking his ears and nodding, letting out a small mewl to note that he was prepared to hunt. deciding to take the lead in their session, assuming that sparrowlily wouldn't want to, he began to make his way in the direction of the strongest scent, his strides clumsy as he tried the best that he could to remain quiet, not wanting to ruin their chances.

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[Storm]

Sparrowlily
MothClan | Warrior | She-Cat | 13 Moons | Heterosexual

Ears twitching as Gooseleap confirmed they were a go, relief followed as he headed out in front of her.  Sparrowlily's stance deepened slightly as she followed, but her focus was broken.  She couldn't hold back the tiny giggle that escaped her at her friends awkwardly careful gait.  She held her breath to silence herself again, she grinned up to the tom to show she was okay.  Hopefully he wouldn't mind her little outburst at him, Sparrowlily was sure her friend also saw the humor in his 'quiet' walk though.  

Leaves rustled off to the side of the cats.  The soft crackling continued, the steps of a small animal, but a quick one. The sound snapped the she-cats head to attention, her tail tip flicking as she took a moment to decide if the noise was danger or prey.  Gooseleap wouldn't have to worry about his paw steps being loud now, Sparrowlily managed to scare the  prey with her laugh instead.  The she-cat pounced into action, it would have been embarrassing to ruin the hunt like that when she was so proud of her hunting skill; she wasn't going to let it go without a good effort.  

She wasn't the fastest cat, but her small stature made slipping into the dried brush easy.  Sparrowlily managed to cut off the creature that had panicked and struggled to decide which direction to escape to.  It was a scrawny squirrel and it had froze, but regained its composure to redirect and take off as the she-cat took a swipe at it.  "Gooseleap!" She huffed out quickly to warn him as the ragged squirrel took off from the bush.